Monday morning train
soothing chug-a-chug
rolling over the tracks
like a distant thunder
right before the rain falls
echoes this morning
and takes on the rhythm
of my heartbeat
which is still
working its way
towards a destination
that is always outbound
invisible
just over the horizon.
When they warned me
there would always be
days like this
they never said
it could take entire lifetimes
to figure it all out:
the surety in other people’s eyes
absent in mine
the acceptance in their faces
erased from mine.
And all I can do
is sit in the still morning
close my eyes and meditate
over my second cup of coffee
imagining
that someday the train
will someday find a destination
and stop.
